from Mon., 3/4

Beep beep beep.
Shut up.
Beep beep beep.
Let me sleep.
Beep beep beep.
I'm tired!

Beep beep beep.
Snooze.


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Limbs tangled
like the vines that grow
around our mailbox in summer.

Shared whispers,

Silent giggles,

Couldn't be more complete.


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Fear rushes
through me
as I look
in your empty
eyes.

You stole
me and
everything
I had.